Pandora’s Box of Secret

(Adult Erotica)

Arising a morn of sweet peach colored sky that scented air of incense Pandora walked back and forth

Large eyes of curious looked at gift given by Zeus as he smiled with secret mischief

Questing with questions she asked what is in the box that is so pretty painted exotic different

Replying with smugness of secret he said I tell you not find the answer yourself

Hair of red curls of rippled layers swayed back and forward as she paced back and forth looking at the box nibbling on finger of tiny

Pandora called her friend Parotee to question him would you or would you not open the box of forbidden secrets?

Parotee said I am just a bird what right do I to tell you when Zeus may turn me into something I want not

Padora gave in to her curiousity and opened the box and watched orange yellow blue smoke rippled and roar from the box and out of the mist stepped her husband Epimetheus of clothe none

Pandora eyes lightened and wandered freely over her husband of new with smile of secret

Epimetheus stepped forward clasping her into his arms of muscled delight kissing her lips of cherry ripe

Holding her close his hands ran over breast of high full thrust until her nipples puckered with want and heat ran high as his lips cherished breasts of proud

Brown eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched her face glow glow and crushed strong hands into thick waves of lush red as he curved her nearer to his fire

With a movement of effortless strength he impaled her on his shaft with hunger as he began to teach her the motion of ride with her sleek legs wrapped around hips of ravenous for her sweet honey

Kissing her throat with succulent kisses he grasped tight as her breathing increased increased and her moans of pleased sighs became louder and louder until he muffled them with full sweet questing lips

Muscles rippling in legs of thick refined made churned fast as he strode with her to bed of secret and continued his wicked play until both reached a climax that trembled until both exhaled yes

By

Felicia McCaw

SUCCESS

What is Success? Success is usually what we people call the icing on the cake. Not only is it an attitude it is a living force by itself, a driver that has no ending, it is an uncontrolled roller coaster ride. Being a success becomes a trait not a whim and it is usually available to all depending on where they live and the capabilities of rising from any locality of question. It is viable, conceivable, likable and it is one of your best friends that allows your desires to be put in action.

To reach this plateau we all admit it has no secrets and we have to devote years to allow harnessing the magic and imaginative power and drive that it requires. Having an ideal of the destination and having an approximate estimation of what has to be done to get there is what everyone must consider .

Even though the odds may seem insurmountable you stand back and question are they? Evaluate each supposedly detrimental aspect that affects your life and say are they indeed again? With challenges alerted and acknowledged proceed to assert self and fight the oppressor that prevents success from being your best friend.
Question all what exactly is success in your mind? Is a nuclear family with well brought up kids, receipt of retirement from a job or just plain contentment with the thought that you did your best with what life gave you a success. Does the average occurrences count toward being a success or is it possible that kismet or fate has already been predetermined and reflects that you will be successful.

Maybe or maybe not these factors do not contribute to being a success but it sometimes appear to others that these factors does or have the capability to hinder or could indeed advance the trek to success forward. As far as age, special education, monetary affluence and the right background is negotiable but not necessary when ascertaining ability to be successful.

Drive is always going to be the main factors in success and the ability to be ruthless is also a common denominator in rich exclusive quiet withdrawn people. These people are sometimes underestimated and overlooked but ability to be successful is theirs but not usually a token item.
Alert, receptive is ambitious tidings of all successful people but not necessary now as long as the hand scratches this one and that one. Hip Hooray they arrive and they conquer with supposed overwhelming talent and overnight success. Is it really success or something else that led to this momentous claim to success and fame to be emulated, duplicated by one and all.

After all, some rate success as failures first and then a gradual overcoming of those with inclinations that reflect better thought of self because of perseverance when possibly they could have achieved the same with or without the same conflict.

By

Felicia McCaw

THE POWER OF NO

Have you ever questioned the essentials and necessity of saying no. What does it take to take a stand and say no with firmness and absoluteness. Not only does it have power it also reflects the ability and purpose to close a conversation and or end a debate.

Quibbling over this or that ceases and a purpose of thought begins and further the relationship of interaction. Interaction is allowed to proceed forward without a hitch or bump that usually means altercation of conversation that signifies a withdrawal of permission to continue but still the possibility continues for it is not only another form of empowerment it is indeed the emphasis of the power of no and it continues on as a soldier in war.

Never be sorry that a requests has to be turned down and used as a rebuttal of refusal it is only natural that a stance has been placed and will be administered with strictness and fairness. Also, not only can “no” be positive it can also open up the channels of further conversation, interest, intrigue, mystery and end ambiguity.

In essentiality “no” is sometimes an encourager and not necessarily a negative but in fact it is sometimes a median for common ground to be established during debative conversation.

If debative conversation occurs it is a platform for continuous conversation regarding not one subject but indeed a conjunctive connection to establish that a “no” is not finis but a beginning over and over that is not finite but conclusive in its not entirety.

By

Felicia McCaw

CLANDESTINE STRUCK TEN

A series of chimes stuck a total of ten times twenty reflecting the usual bent of tomorrow

Beaming light appeared revolving in a acorn shaped dome that revealed a panel of frames

Eyes squinting in light of flaming orange Imani, Shomari, Isaiah, and Nicholas said wow of wow this is great as lots of albino butterflies kissed each cheek and said welcome far and near

Did you see that Imani, Shomari we turned invisible when they kissed us said Isaiah?

I know my heart started to thump and race fast and I smiled inside as tickles filled from top to bottom said Imani

Ring ring each butterfly said we love you we love we never forget never forget as the world turns turmoil erase erase I am near far near far near far

Bubbles of pink yellow white blue danced and frolicked kissed each child of heart and wind as the rainbow danced and chuckled within

Chuckles of glee danced in circles creating euphoric rhythms of music play as Clandestine struck ten and allowed the play to begin again and again
Look Look said Isaiah the circles of color are coming down moving fast rapid as a triangle set

Jump Jump said Shomari we venture we venture fast with hands gripped they whirled fast fast moving through sky of black white gold blue until Saturn appeared

Imani looked with eyes wide fast as the mist appeared and said see I told you I told you there’s Elsa

Isaiah said yeah the lemon eating predator hee hee she said not quite I am your blessing come to me quick fast

All ran skimming the ground light until the glow of orange encompassed all and diamonds floated around and she smiled with gentle eyes of love kind and said Allah be blessed be blessed for we are we are we are

Imani asked with curious eyes of question why did you say we are we are we are?

Elsa replied quiet quiet God is here here here walking amongst us all for the aura is foretold foretold he watches us close close closer now

By

Felicia McCaw

THE DREAM

Inspired by The Dream by Steven Kellog in The Big Book for Peace

If a tune relayed a song it would be free
If a tune relayed a color it would be all
If a tune relayed a law it would be strict
If a tune relayed a defense if would be fierce
If a tune relayed an age it would be young
If a tune relayed a sorrow it would be tears
If a tune relayed an offense it would be defend and serve
If a tune relayed a council it would be just
If a tune relayed a judge it would be weary, strict, strong and forever

By Felicia McCaw

Does Anyone Know How the Insidious Way of Deception Became A Truth In Reality or an Actuality?

I think that actuality has ran away and is amused as she is. Amazing as it may seem that deception otherwise known as fragrant lies embolden the crushing of an American Dream. Who does these people think they are to be a curity to halt the usage of truth in everday society and otherwise business commerce that can be compromised by the appalling statute and rise to a dream that has no dedication and fluidity to uphold the honor of this country and its embedded honor that is the blood of every legalistic system and judicial system of structuralistic greats of Washington, Jefferson, Davidson, Whearby, Promera, Marcello, Grant, Ulysses R., Lincoln, Marcus C.

We are therefore are obligated by the honoristic law of code to stand fast against prevailing threat to help hold this situational threat by not allowing an enemy to be detrimental to the security of this country and people and legastic norms and injured social norms that are endangered as well as our children and their future.

I am only one who feels the chill of a lost of life of free for one and all with a realization that once gone and removed there will be no possible way to reinstate privilege which has been abused by the destruction of the invisible hierarchy that has been in motion effective since day one of the setting and building of this great nation.

Everyday I look up and I see an adversary wanting power and total control of all minority people but I feel that this must be realized the danger and rebuttal effect of consequence levied against them that are too high to pay.

Payment payment too dear to reverse a state of freedom to slavery is not the good of a race misunderstood and deliberately manipulated to naturally have ingrained hostility breeded from line to line of tribe to tribe to effectively revert the closeness of support, giveness, loyalty and consequently destroy back to back counter and caring for each. Because of this deliberateness of sociological psychological tampering this has brought about an inability to affirm and stand which has resulted in an inability to separate and be a singular person instead it has resulted in whole dependence of a crippling nature that lacks the ability to evolve independently as a one then as a whole.

Uniquely realized by the many that this is an occurrence that has been conjectively fashioned with forethought, foreshadows and goalistic thoughts of future subjugation realized. Unfortunately, who of right mind and stature would agree that this kind of manipulation would be a knife in back of the originators who first congelled the thought of suppression, oppression and repression and then claim innocence and project blame on others as a likely scapegoat is always lying around to flag the pole.

Consequently, I see it a continuance yes but a hot blade of contempt from enemies to mediate not but use the established system to take force and recede the originators hold on this great country by ripping the very reins of control in the most radical and cruel sport I have ever seen conducted with blood of way no, with fights to force in order no, just the use of debate of ridicule, mockery, jester of jests that questions their wits and whereabouts to not realize the predicament as sleeping dogs have not been lying sleep but are fast eroding the control of someone.

Never say the mocking bird is blind but realize the attempt to hurt, intimidate and control is aimed at her first then emulated later on others. I may be not the one to conclude but I am the one to start the dismay of all who see even with eyes of injured cruelly with unfairness to all for blind one and all blind.

By

Felicia McCaw

Little Ragamuffin Princess

Big eyes of wide smiled with rainbows of hope charity wide

Lashes long flickering hope of a new life soon to come free fly worldwide

Clothes worn thin few did not reflect the heart soul of a bird of peace and equal to none

Standing small with chin averted from stones of many she walked alone with dignity still intact embedded within

Heart of many see a child of precious treated as if made of stone as she weathered poison tipped arrows of malice spite

Striving working hard steadily she glowed as magic of flight flowed from her heart of dreams dreams resounded in miracles miracles

Smiles of inner begin to sparkle sparkle as her dreams of change looked into eyes and granted her wish of newness of tomorrow

Excitement flowed as a river for Little Ragamuffin Princess was transformed into princess of the sky

Hair of black fine curls of heavy coarse strands cascaded down back of slim sprinkled gold with blue angles in halo of surround

Looking in mirror of clear reflection she turned this way and that as her reflection revealed sparkle sparke of sequins diamonds pearls and no more ragamuffin

By

Felicia McCaw